Devil's Playground
Chapter One
"Help."
What on earth? Caitlyn O'Toole looked down to see a bloody hand holding a badge
sticking out from under her SUV. There was a man under her Jeep.
A bleeding man.
She squatted down to get a better look and immediately recognized the coppery
smell of blood in the air. Bright red splatters covered her white shoes and made
her blue hospital scrubs look black in the dim light from the parking garage.
Bending lower, Caitlyn peered under the running board.
"Mac?" Devlin "Mac" McDougal, her brother Tom's partner at the FBI, stared at
her, blue eyes filled with pain.
"What are you doing here? Where's Tom? Have you been shot? Let me help you get
to the emergency room. You've lost a lot of blood." That was an understatement.
There was a pool of it in front of him.
"Undercover. Can't blow it." His voice was weak and his eyes closed with the
strain from talking.
"And can't go to the hospital because someone will have to report a gunshot
wound." She'd done two of those reports tonight during her shift in the ER. He
nodded weakly.
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